I like to eat eggs for breakfast. I've fallen into a routine of
having them almost every morning. It's good comfort food, it's
protein with spinach and cheese in there, and it's pretty good if I do
say so myself.
One of our neighbors' teenage sons started keeping chickens in their
backyard. And somehow my wife got into buying eggs from him. We've been
doing that for several months and it's nice to have fresh eggs right
from somebody else's backyard!
The fresh eggs do taste better.They have a more flavorful aspect. I
guess it's because they're not in the processing plant and going
through all those quality checks that our food system has in place.
Recently I was cracking the eggs getting everything ready to
throw it into the bowl. I had the oil heating up in the pan. One of
the eggs that I cracked and allowed to drop into my bowl had a really
thick part that wouldn't mix.
As I mashed and stirred trying to blend everything together in the
yellow mold just wouldn't break. I tried and tried but be it was very
slippery and hard to pin down with my fork. But I kept trying and it
never would completely blend. So I scooped up that part and threw it
in with the egg shells.
As things were cooking I thought about that you'll and how it had come
from one of the eggs from the backyard. Then I realized what had
probably happened.
After the omelette was done I cleaned things up. As I
threw away the egg shells and other debris from my efforts everything
drained off and my suspicions were confirmed.
For some reason my mind lingered on that for a couple of hours that morning.
